the sweetest tongue

Found on Manhunt.

Wednesday, March 23rd, 2005 | perpetually single

wonderboy4u writes:

Kissing is where it all starts and where it can end before it starts. I want a guy

who when he kisses me he sees my soul and I his. I have given up on “types”

seems if I you have one ideal man in your head, that’s the last thing fate will put

before you. I have seen a perfect (on the outside) man crumble into a pile of dust

and blow away only to leave me thirsty, alone and aware that the best looking

cakes are made of cardboard with lard for icing,not only not sweet but nothing

inside to nourish the soul. Again, a note here, this does not mean that I want

some old troll or ugly trash, only that cardboard tastes just as bad. I want cake

One can find poetry in the darndest places. Even online cruising/hookup sites.

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